Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine
The drive back to the packhouse was made in relative silence. Drake sat in the backseat with Abby in his lap. Letting the steady rhythm of her heartbeat soothe his beast. One of his wolves drove for him, understanding that he needed to be with his mate.
Drake had been so afraid that they wouldn’t be able to get her back. So afraid that he would never get to hold her again.
Now he worried that she would never wake up.
He could only hope that what the young witches said was true. That they could shake off whatever spell had been to her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and looked over at Sam.
The devil was sitting beside him, his clothing ripped and he wasn’t his normal self. Not that he had spent enough time to know what his normal was. He ha
